Friday, September 11, 2009

A poster for a show that happened at Death By Audio in February of 2009 that was made by Rob Erickson of Visual Mechanics.This is Oliver Ackermann's bed. He doesn't use it very often.
This is quite possibly the single most listened to record at the loft, right up there with The Mummies "Never Been Caught" and Lionel Ritchie. The record is JEFF: The Brotherhood's "The Boyz R Back In Town".
This is how we fix holes in the wall.
We have all the latest techmologies here at Death By Audio studios. This is the rack above the mixer where we keep the good shit like liquor.

Welcome to the Death By Audio Records storeroom. Everything is arranged by gravity.

Mac's uncle draws a calendar like this every freaking year and gives them out as gifts. Just... damn.

This is the skateboard rack next to the front door. It seems a little understocked right now.
This is Aaron from Sisters chillin' in his room, back when he lived in the DBA loft. He is known for his uncanny, mutantesque reading abilities.
This is an art piece George is working on. It's thousands of holes punched from confidential envelopes.
This is another art work from George, with thousands of jewels, hole punched confidential envelopes, and the handwritten line ,"Don't make fun of my Friday night..." over and over again. The line is from a song performed by the band Xiu Xiu.
These are two floatation devices for children that are tied up into the ceiling above George's art studio room. He hade a resin sculpture of these, the two animals' heads being replaced by two human hands forming a vagina.
This is a picture of a used spinning firework wheel nailed in close proximity to a smoke detector.

The loft's population is in constant flux, therefor its inhabitants must sometimes leave notes or signs to communicate with their fellow ranchers. Bands blowing through town are a major contributor to these postings, as well as house rules declared in moments of clarity by individuals clinging to their sanity within this constantly swirling hellhole party prison. Take a gander!

This is a brilliant idea. It used to say 8:45 to 9PM but apparently someone has amended it to 8:45 AM to 9PM. That's obviously a joke so this rule has been civilly disobeyed. If only they had Wii remotes in the shape of dusters and mops...

That's a lil dish goin' "Yay". Lot's of people tend to eat in this place which is weird because it's basically a hobo fallout shelter. Wine glasses here have a shelf life of 30 minutes and sometimes you're washing plates in screenprint ink with a sponge that looks like a used Dr. Scholl's pad , but hey.... well, no, it is pretty shitty. Paper plates are available by request.

These notes are like brother and sister.

This is one of the first "Marc Ramsey" tags ever in Brooklyn. Dude is blowing up like Tit Brace or Turkey Clit or whoever those famous taggerz are. Normally we don't let people tag the house, but it's Marc Ramsey and he loves us and it's sprayed on the door to the spray paint room.

This all started because Dirty On Purpose confiscated Coin Under Tongue's lucky band sandwich. It has since been completely ignored like an email from Prince Nashid informing us we've won the Zimbabwe lottery. Or a soundman asking us to turn it down or else he turn off the PA. Whatever, dude.

That's where the TRASH goes, in that big ass can next to the stairs,with the pen used to keep dart scores hanging above it, pointing into the hoop you should aim all your balled up electric bills. You've been a wonderful audience.